This past weekend my friend Annie and I took advantage of the sort of 1st nice day of spring here in Boston (
about 30 degrees, sunny with heavy winds) and spent the whole Sunday afternoon together gallivanting through the newly built Assembly Row in Somerville.
Annie and I are both 5 feet tall, so pushing our way through the heavy crowds in TJ Maxx/Home Goods and J.Crew created this ravenous hunger within us for some good eats. (
maybe not ravenous, but I’m a little dramatic, so it felt like I hadn’t eaten in years, rather than that same morning)
Annie lead us to this little cute cafe, across from JP Licks (another Boston favorite).
As soon as we stepped inside, it felt like we stepped into a petit cafe on the corner of some Parisian side street, with the Eiffel Tower majestically in the background. Annie and I both dressed head to toe in some sort of Parisian fashion (black and white stripes, a side fishtail braid and a bold red lip). Blooms of Fleur-de-lis lining the sidewalks as birds chirp harmoniously from the lush trees above.
I’ve never been to Paris, but a girl can dream, can’t she?
PAUL started in Lille, France in 1889 using only the most natural ingredients (
ding, ding ding! Right up my alley) Their veggies are grown pesticide free, their cows are grass fed and their wheat for their flour is ground by stone; ladies and gentleman, we have found a winner!
Their current menu focuses on the cuisine North of France.
Annie and I decided to order the exact same lunch combo: Tuscan sandwich (prosciutto, fresh mozzarella, tomato, lettuce and pesto spread on a traditional baguette). I opted to have mine toasted, D-E-licious.
The warmth and crispiness of the baguette is truly complimented by the pesto spread and melted mozzarella. The prosciutto adds just the right amount of saltiness as well. All of the natural and organic ingredients bring out bursts of flavor.
We paired it with the most delicious and flavorful french onion soup (
you can’t go to France and not try traditional french onion soup, c’mon now!), organic iced green tea and two huge macarons.
Annie couldn’t make up her mind on which one to get, so she got pistachio and raspberry flavored ones; both were equally delicious.
I was sad to leave Paris and head back to cold and windy Boston, but I will definitely become a frequent patron of the lovely PAUL, a piece of France, right in Assembly Row, Boston.
Question of the day: If you have ever been to Paris, what is your favorite traditional thing to eat there? Will you be checking out PAUL in Assembly Row?
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